But if you, fair sir, out of your kind charity would be pleased to go a matter of two bow-shots out of your way, you would do me such a service as I could scarce repay." "With all my heart," said Alleyne readily.
"Then take this pathway on the left, I pray thee, and then the deer-track which passes on the right.

You will then see under a great beech-tree the hut of a charcoal-burner.

Give him my name, good sir, the name of Peter the fuller, of Lymington, and ask him for a change of raiment, that I may pursue my journey without delay.

There are reasons why he would be loth to refuse me." Alleyne started off along the path indicated, and soon found the log-hut where the burner dwelt.

He was away faggot-cutting in the forest, but his wife, a ruddy bustling dame, found the needful garments and tied them into a bundle.